Note: Please tell me if I have spelled a word wrong, my first language isn't english. I don't own Durarara or "you".

"We can't take you back. You're just too much trouble for us, (n). Please understand this. H-Here, we packed your things while you were gone. The director is coming in 10 minutes and he told us to throw you out of the orphanage. I'm so sorry for you. Here.. Take your suitcases and leave!" You stand there with one suitcase in your right hand and the other suitcase beside you, still shocked from what just happened.

You were thrown out and it was your own fault. You felt tears streaming down your cold face. Your breath was too cold to protect your hands from the cool air. It was quit. You grabbed the other suitcase, turned around and left the street where you lived for exactly 17 years. They completely forgot that today was your birthday. You wipe off your tears with your sleeve as you headed to the nearest bus stop.

-4 years later-

You grumbled as you heard the ringtone of your phone going off. "Who the heck calls me?", you asked yourself as you got up from the couch and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Oi, (n)-chan! I heard you were thrown out of your orphanage~ Pretty bad, wasn't it, huh? Well, if you have time I can get you an apartment and a job if you want."

"Excuse me, who's there?"

"Izaya Orihara."

You rang the doorbell once and waited, till a buzz told you to open the door. You sighed and pushed the heavy door and went upstairs. "You haven't changed in all these years!", Izaya welcomed you with a weird smile on his face. You nodded and passed him into his very huge apartment. Your eyes widened by the sight. It was just.. glorious!

"Want something to eat or to drink? It must've been a long travel to Ikebukuro.", he said as he dropped himself on the couch.

"No thank you. Well, it wasn't too long. So, last week you said something about an apartment and a job. Is it still available?", you asked as you sat down on the couch beside him. Izaya laughed and nodded heavy. "Wow, you're quick when it comes to essential things." You smiled a bit, but this changed as you looked at your phone screen. "My mother", you sighed. "She calls me every week just to know that I have a safe place to stay over night. She's just annoying.", you explained to Izaya. He took your phone and threw it across the room. What the hell is he doing?, you thought as you watched your phone fly away. "Don't worry, your phone is all right. So.. let me check a few things.. You were thrown out off the orphanage because you made too much trouble by bullying other kids and partying with your friends all night. Since then you stayed at the weirdest places in the whole country and first then you decided to ask your lovely half-brother to help you?~" You had a confused look on your face and you were about to say something, but you were cut off by Izaya. "Just kidding, just kidding~ Didn't got the time to deal with my little sister. Uh.. to deal with my other sister, okay?" Izaya got up and went to his desk. He grabbed his laptop and went again to the couch. On the screen you saw some pictures of different houses and apartments. "Just choose which one do you like the most, then I'll tell you your job.", he said quickly and went into another room, leaving you completely confused. You looked at the pictures. Every apartment looked good, but the most you liked was a little one. It has white walls, a small bathroom, a small kitchen and the living and the bedroom are one.

You pointed at the apartment you had chosen when Izaya came back. "This?", he said in a wondered tone. You nodded and smiled at him. He sighed and places his hands on his hips. "Well, I thought you would choose the biggest. But, who knows women, huh?~ Just kidding, just kidding, don't give me that look again, it doesn't make your face pretty."

He typed on his laptop. You wanted to look over his shoulders but you failed every time so you just quit it. He took a pencil and some paper and wrote something on it and handed it to you.

"This is your new apartment's address. You don't need furniture or clothes, everything you have is already there.", he said quickly as he pushed you off the couch.

"Thank you, Izaya! That's amazing!", you said looking at the address. "Wait, where is my job?", you asked quickly before leaving.

"Russian Sushi. Just ask someone where it is, I really want you to stay, but I have no longer time for you. Ah, and when you see Shizu-chan somewhere, just say him a quick Hello from Izaya!", he said grinning when he pushed you out off his apartment. "Wait. Who's Shizu-chan?", you ask him in front of his door. Izaya sighed, but took a quick seconds to explain him: "Blonde hair. Bartender outfit. Glasses. Mostly with a cigarette in his mouth." He shut the door behind you.

You walked downstairs and into the autumn weather. It got pretty dark, but you didn't mind. Is this Shizu-chan Izaya's boyfriend?, you questioned yourself.

You didn't concentrate on the street and then it happened - You bumped into someone. "Oh my god, watch out!", you shouted, rubbing your hurting forehead. The stranger grunted and you looked up to him.

Wait- Blonde hair? Check. Bartender Outfit? In his free time, really? But.. yes. Glasses? Yes. Cigarette? No, but he smelled like smoke.

"Oh, hello! Are you Shizu-chan? Well, if you are, I must tell you a quick Hello from your boyfriend Izaya.", you blurted out. You heard some people laughing at what you just said. "What the fuck? Do I really look like this damn flea's boyfriend, huh?", he shouted at you, making you back up. "The truth? You seem like you and Izaya are the opposite, but, ever heard of that weird sentence, that opposites attract, or something like that?", you said quit. You looked up since you were smaller than him. He looked at you with an angry look. "You're lucky that I don't beat girls.", he whispered passing you.

Confused you turned around and shouted at him: "Hey, whatever you're called! I just ask you something, no need to be this rude. Didn't learnt something from your parents? Well, now we can see what a gentleman you are right now. And what was this with "You're lucky that I don't beat girls"? Oh my god, do you think anyone would've been scared punching you noodle? You're so thin, it doesn't seem like you're the fighter type. You don't even have muscles. Second: I am not a girl!" He stood there laughing. You looked around seeing the people giving you weird faces, the You-are-in-trouble-faces.

"You don't really like your life, hm?", someone asked you from behind. You turned around and surprisingly you stood in front of 3 teenagers. The girl in the back had no expression or you just can't define it. The guy beside her with short, black hair had a shocked look on his face and the other blonde guy grinned happily. "What?", you asked confused, looking the blonde one in the eyes. "Ah, how I said, Mikado! She's new!", he shouted to the other guy in the back and turned back to you. "It seems like you're in trouble, because nobody who lives longer than a month shouts at Shizuo Heiwajima. At least the person is mentally stable.", he explained, still laughing. You looked back to Shizuo, who watched the whole scene. "What? You mean that he's someone who fucks people up? He? I can beat him any time", you said confident, still looking at Shizuo. He smiled and looked on the ground.

"Don't smile, you perv-", you just wanted to finish your sentence, as you felt some hands dragging you into a store.

Confused you looked at your "hero" to find out it is the blonde teenager. "I won't risk your life. I can't let a beauty be killed. It was my duty to-" You slapped him across his face, anger in your eyes. "I don't need a babysitter, especially not one who's younger than me! Mind your own business", you shouted and went out off the store.

You looked mad a the people staring at you and especially at Shizuo. "What?!", you screamed the last time as you ran away from the crowd.

It was pretty dark. You stuck your hands into your pockets and pressed the pockets against your body. You were officially scared. When you came across a street lamp you saw 3 men standing under it. You looked at them and saw that these three guys gave you looks; looks, you couldn't define. You just continued going until the street lamp was far behind you.

Once in a while you heard foot steps behind you, but you ignore them, until you heard the voices. "Aye, gurl! Want to have some fun at this time?" was the first sentence behind you. You went faster. "No answer? Pretty rude of you!" Now you ran. "Shit, she's escaping! Don't let her go!", one screamed and you heard that the foot steps were too fast for you and then you felt arms grabbing your hair. You screamed in pain as you were dragged down by your hair. I hate me for being so confident around a crowd!, you thought as a pair of hands hold your mouth shut. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. You went too far, again.

"What should we do first with her?", a greasy man asked his friends. They laughed and shrugged their shoulders. "You're the boss, boss.", one said in a dumb voice. You rolled your eyes and bit the one holding your mouth in the hand. He screamed loud and you pushed him away. "You damn bitch!", he yelled. You took the chance and ran away, but you were too tired so they got you within a minute.

You were hold by the one you bit in the arm. He was so strong, even though with struggling and pushing him away you wouldn't have a chance to get away a second time.

"I'm getting tired of her. There's a street lamp, let's tie her around that.", the leader said and pointed to a street lamp. The one holding you threw you on his shoulders and carried you to the street lamp. The man younger than the leader held a rope in his hands. Your carrier placed you down and the man with the rope tied you to the street lamp.

"Wait. You can't leave me here alone!", you screamed as you saw that the 3 men walked away. They laughed and nodded.

You sighed. You tried to break you free but they tied you so tight to this damn street lamp that it hurt every time you moved. You looked around hoping someone was there for helping you, but nobody. Only darkness.

You sighed again. How many minutes passed by?